With time comes the fear of death
For my mind tells me that my existence is finite
Trapped in the past and future
I have learned how to regret and worry
With the loss of my body who am I?
With space comes the fear of lack
For my mind tell me that I am detached
From you, others and the world
I have learned how to judge and be insecure
With the delusion of separation how can I be whole?
A futile search when my Self is veiled
By my identification as a body and mind
Let me recover from my amnesia of the forgotten Self
So I can let go of my grasping of the outside world
Alas, I am the home of happiness and peace
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